"Harry's Debut on the Quidditch Field"

"Harry's Debut on the Quidditch Field"

"Hello to everyone present at this fantastic Quidditch match! I'm Lee Jordan, as always, your commentator. And with me today is Hogwarts' very own Dark Prince—give him a round of applause!" announced Lee Jordan from the commentator's box, accompanied by Stephen.

"While I like the 'Prince' part, I'd be much happier if 'Dark' wasn't included," Stephen said with a grimace.

"Sorry, but that was decided by a school-wide vote. Be grateful 'Evil Blondie' or 'Terrifying Idiot' didn't win instead," Jordan replied with a grin.

"Now that you mention it, there was a weird one that ranked pretty high. I'm just glad it didn't come in first," Stephen said, recalling the public voting displayed on the notice board—clearly orchestrated by the Weasley twins.

"You mean 'Sexy Clown'? Hahaha! I think there are some really strange people at Hogwarts," Lee Jordan said, laughing, which earned boos from several girls.

"You two, stop wasting time!" Professor McGonagall shouted. She was seated nearby to keep them in check since both had a tendency to get carried away as commentators.

"Well, today we have the classic match between natural enemies, don't we, Prince?" Lee Jordan asked, looking at Stephen.

"That's right, Lee. Today, the lions will face the cockroa— I mean, the snakes of Slytherin," Stephen said, quickly correcting himself under Professor McGonagall's stern gaze.

"And most importantly, today marks the debut of a new Seeker for Gryffindor—the youngest in over a century, if I'm not mistaken," Lee Jordan continued.

"Indeed, Lee. Professor McGonagall herself acted as a talent scout, and from what I spied during training, Snape could learn a thing or two," Stephen said, immediately earning a reprimand from McGonagall.

"Respect your Potions professor, Mr. Stephen."

"And there goes Madam Hooch, blowing the whistle to start the match!"

"As always, the snakes start off aggressively. What do you think, Prince? How do you see the teams?" Lee Jordan asked, keeping the conversation flowing.

"Honestly, in terms of strength, they're pretty evenly matched right now. But ever since Charlie left, Gryffindor's team has weakened quite a bit," Stephen analyzed.

"And Angelina Johnson has the Quaffle and… scores! Way to go, Angelina! Crush those idiots!" Jordan shouted excitedly.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall quickly cut him off.

"That was a magnificent goal by Angelina—one of the best Chasers and also one of the best fighters I know," Stephen said with a smile.

"That's right! She wields fans that she can throw to take down her enemies. I wonder if she's such a great Chaser because she fights from a distance or if she's such a great fighter because she's a Chaser," Lee Jordan mused.

"Maybe both… And now the deformed Flint has the Quaffle. He kicks his opponent and—Wood stops his stupid shot!" Stephen said, his voice laced with disdain. The Flint family had been causing problems for his company.

"Mr. Stephen, watch your comments towards your classmates!" McGonagall reprimanded him immediately.

"Sorry about that, Professor, a bit of truth slipped out," Stephen said, earning laughter from the Gryffindor stands.

"Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet just pulled off one of the best passing plays and—goal by Angelina!" Lee Jordan shouted in excitement.

"Alicia is also a long-range fighter, if I'm not mistaken, right, Prince?" Lee Jordan asked.

"That's right. Though unlike Angelina, she uses explosive daggers—one of the reasons Professor McGonagall visits our training sessions so often," Stephen said, flashing a grin at his professor.

As they spoke, Slytherin had possession of the Quaffle and was approaching Gryffindor's hoops.

"There goes that Slytherin guy. Honestly, I don't even know his name, and I don't care. He tries to score and… fails, thanks to our great Keeper, Wood!" Stephen mocked Slytherin while the professor shot him another look.

"Professor, don't you ever get tired? Why not enjoy the match like everyone else?" Stephen asked McGonagall.

"I would if I could, Mr. Stephen," McGonagall replied—just as Lee Jordan suddenly started shouting.

"Foul! That's Slytherin cheating!" With those shouts, all the Gryffindors went wild.

"When don't they? That misshapen idiot Flint must have left his brain in the womb of the troll that gave birth to him," said Stephen, earning glares of hatred from the Slytherins.

"Enough, Stephen!" McGonagall reprimanded.

"Slytherin has the Quaffle again, and with no Keeper, they score another point," Lee Jordan announced flatly.

"Here we are, witnessing how Slytherin plays without a shred of honor in their so-called pureblood," commented Stephen, earning even more hatred from the Slytherins.

"If you keep this up, Mr. Stephen, I will take away your microphone," McGonagall warned.

"Alright, alright. Seems like I was too gentle with them," he murmured softly, though thanks to the microphone, everyone heard him. This provoked hostile stares towards the Slytherins, who shivered at the attention.

"Following their usual dirty tactics—those bastards knocked down Angelina!" shouted Lee Jordan angrily.

"Tied at 20 to 20. What's going on? It looks like Harry Potter has lost control of his broom!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, noticing Harry's erratic movements.

"Looks like someone is controlling him. If I weren't here, a simple fire spell would be enough," Stephen said, glancing at Hermione and Ron.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out in case he falls," he added into the microphone. At that moment, everyone saw his robe transform into a red cape.

Although the Quidditch pitch was enchanted to soften falls, fractures were still possible. That's why Stephen was a commentator—his job was to keep the players safe if they fell, as long as they weren't knocked out by a Bludger... like Wood, of course. Even Slytherins had been saved by him multiple times, which was why the professors allowed him to be a bit unrestrained in his commentary—except for McGonagall, of course.

"There's our Prince, always ready to rescue!" Jordan said, boosting morale.

"But it seems the Prince won't need to act. Harry Potter appears to have regained control of his broom!" Lee Jordan announced joyfully.

"And it looks like Snape will need a change of robes," Stephen commented, though no one understood what he meant.

"What?" Jordan asked.

"Nothing, I just remembered a joke," Stephen replied, barely holding back his laughter as he felt an icy glare coming from the professors' stand.

Seeing Hermione return, he gave her an approving nod.

"After hanging onto his broom and pulling himself back up, Harry is now chasing the Slytherin Seeker! And we have an aerial battle beginning!" Lee Jordan narrated.

"Looks like Harry wants a little revenge. Let's hope these days of training paid off," Stephen commented, watching as Harry and the Slytherin—whose name he never cared to remember—collided midair.

"And now both are diving straight down after the Snitch...! Whoa, that scared me! I thought they were going to crash into the ground!" Lee Jordan said, clutching his chest.

"Seems like little Harry has guts. Well, there's a reason he got into Gryffindor," Stephen remarked as Harry started standing on his broom.

"And now Harry Potter is standing on his broom—by the way, a Nimbus 2000—at full speed, stretching out his hand to grab the Snitch!" Jordan announced, his excitement growing.

"That sounded like an ad. I hope Nimbus pays us royalties," Stephen joked.

"And... ouch! Harry just fell! Did anyone see what happened to the Snitch?" Jordan asked, after watching Harry drop and realizing the Snitch wasn't in his hand.

"Disgusting! I hope he washes it before returning it," Stephen said with a look of disgust.

"Wh—? Harry Potter just spat out the Golden Snitch! That means Gryffindor wins the match! Is that what you meant by washing it?!" Jordan asked, finally realizing what Stephen was talking about.

"Not only did he win his debut match, but the victory was entirely thanks to him. This proves that Professor McGonagall could make a career in talent scouting instead of punishing us for breaking the courtyard beams," Stephen quipped with a grin, earning laughter and applause from the Gryffindors.

"And that was Lee Jordan and Stephen Flam—ouch!... my bad, I forgot. And Stephen! Remember to join us for the other matches, where we'll be your commentators again," Jordan signed off. But before he could say Stephen's last name, he was smacked with a book, drawing the attention of all the first years.

Meanwhile, the older students, already aware of Stephen's surname, were left confused as to why he hid it—especially since the whole school knew it... except for a certain trio of fools who were too busy celebrating to notice. Only Hermione caught on, but since she didn't understand what was going on, she simply kept celebrating…

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